"Oh, please," Celeste rolled her eyes at Rio before she turned to me. "Come on, be straight with us. Do you want to be a stay-at-home mom, a trophy wife, or start a clothing brand? What? Stop beating around the bush," She pressed. "We all know working around bikes and grease all day isn't an ideal job for a lady."
Rio chuckled dryly beside me.
"Personally, I'd like to go back to work. I love being a surgeon." I said trying to change the course of the subject.
Celeste scoffed. "Well, with what's happened? I doubt anyone will ever want to employ you again."
The words landed like a heavily and the table became silent.
"What?" My whisper cracked as it came out in a weak whisper.
Rio and Jack were glaring at Celeste, but she didn't care.
"You know, the affairs…" she made
